"I've been watching you for awhile", Emilia purred in my ear while holding my hips down as I grinded against her. I closed my eyes, swaying my hips to the music before leaning back.
"Hmm.. Is that so?" I leaned back, whispering in her ear. I've noticed her a couple times at the bar. She was always watching from afar but tonight she had finally approached me.
I'd spent most of the night dancing with her and I must say, I was enjoying her company.
"What do you say, we get out of here?" I suggested. She paused for a moment but agreed. I took her hand, leading the way to my car.
We rode in silence as I drove, trying to find the closest hotel.
I looked down at Emilia's hand which was practically buried between my thighs. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize", she apologized, starting to remove her hand. She had quite a few drinks, so I knew she was out of it.
I caught her hand, placing it on my core. Her confused eyes met mine.
"Rub me", I breathed.
When she didn't move, I took her hand, using it to rub myself.
I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning. "Come on.. You know you want to", I pushed.
I moaned as she started to rub me.
"Harder."
The harder she rubbed, the louder I moan, the wetter I became.
"Now go faster for me, babe", I took her hand, putting it inside my pants.
I whimpered as she pushed her index and middle finger inside of me and used her thumb to circle my clit. My hips bucked, grinding to meet the rhythm of her fingers.
"Aah.. Baby, that feels so good", I moaned. We might not make it to a hotel. I parked in a random parking lot and cut the engine.
I bit down on my bottom lip as my head fell back against the seat. "Let me hear that sexy moan again", she whispered before licking my sweet spot the sucking on while she worked her fingers even faster.
"Oh shit", I cried out. I cupped the nape of her neck, pulling her into a kiss. Her tongue brushed across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I stroked her nape as the kiss deepened and her tongue explored my mouth.
She curved her fingers inside of me, hitting my spot. I climbed over the armrest, straddling her lap and grinding on her fingers.
"Fuccckkkk .. I'm--" I gasped against her lips, finding release. She stared up at me, hungrily, reaching under my shirt and grabbing my breasts.
"Mmmm", she moaned, tasting my juices. Her hands massaged my thighs before gripping my ass and causing me to grind on her. She nibbled and sucked on my earlobe.
"Oh yesss", I moaned, closing my eyes and grinding faster as she made the seat go back.
I hissed as she pinched and twisted my nipples.
She removed my shirt and bra, staring at my breasts.
My eyes rolled back as her lips latched onto my right nipple. "Emilia", I moaned, holding her head, "that feels amazing."
I paused as my phone rung. I gasped, seeing Matthew's picture pop up. "Emilia .. Stop", I pushed her away.
"Hello? Hey, baby", I answered, trying to catch my breath.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh nothing! Just a late night trip to the gym. What's up? Is everything okay?" I climbed off of Emilia, getting back into my seat.
"Yep, I just wanted to hear your voice", he says, making me smile.
"Awww.. That's so sweet baby. Can I call you when I get home?" I asked, glancing over at Emilia.
"Yeah, that's fine. Love you."
"Love you too", I hung up.
I sighed before looking over at Emilia. "I should take you home", I told her, pulling my shirt back on.
..
"Maybe we can pick this back up another time.." She leaned over, pulling me into a kiss.
*
Alyssa gasped when I answered the door in my birthday suit with my robe open.
"Can you please cover up?" She whined. I smirked, "you don't have to look. Come in."
"Rafael wants you to pick your photos for this months issue", she informed me, opening the folder in her hands.
Just looking at her got my water flowing. She was just that gorgeous.
"Desiree!" She hissed.
I didn't even notice my hand drift to my core. "Sorry", I mumbled.
"Why don't you find me attractive?" I asked, randomly.
She gave me a look before responding, "you are a very attractive woman. I never said I didn't find you attractive. You're just off limits."
"Why?"
"It's complicated."
"It doesn't have to be. No one has to know. If you're afraid of losing your job, you have nothing to worry about. I'm not going to fire you--"
"Fuck Alyssa, look what you're doing to me." She looked up at my drooling kitty and my erect nipples.
"It can be our secret."
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ChickLitDesiree McClain, is an internationally known supermodel and trophy wife to the most well paid and well respected attorney in the state of California, Matthew McClain. Desiree has a secret interest. Women. As Desiree's sex addiction spirals out of...